What kind of idea are you? Are you the kind that compromises, does deals, accomodates itself to society, aims to find a niche, to survive; or are you the cussed, bloody-minded, ramrod-backed type of damnfool notion that would rather break than sway with the breeze? – The kind that will almost certainly, ninety-nine times out of hundred, be smashed to bits; but, the hundredth time, will change the world.

O the shame of it, the humiliating shame of being condescended to by dolts

Good advice is rarer than rubies.

All names mean something.

I discovered that if you find the language to talk to younger readers, children can accept anything.

My children are English, and both of their mothers were English.

YouTube is full of pieces of trash. If you want to look on YouTube and find something that insults you, you can probably find it.